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IN HARBOR, 



NELLIE L DAVIS BARNES. 



ILLUSTRATED BY 
A. SHARRARD. 



FLEXNER BROTHERS, 
LOUISVILLE, KY. 



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COPYRIGHTED, lS92, 
BY 

MRS. J. B. BARNES. 



ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 



INSCRIBED 

TO 

THEODORE HARRIS. 




IN HARBOR. 



y®.EEE tliere not castles In Spain, and 
(^^^ Gold mines galore 
To be found 'cross tlie ocean, on a 

Dream-haunted sliore ? 
So we took slilp, and sailed for tlie 

Land of our dreams— 
A stout craft was slie, sound in 

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!EEP her Jaold, true lier pilot, and 
S^^ Pea^rless lier crew ; 
Like tJie curlew, she skimnied o'er the 

Waters' dark blue, 
Prom her decks we flew signals to 

Homeward bound ships. 
-' Hail and Pareweli," with light hearts and 

Laughter on lips, 
We sailed far and wide, tlirough 

Days that were long, 
North, South, East and West, 'gainst 

Winds adverse and strong ; 
In the far North, held prisoned by 

Blue icebergs grasped, 
While Aurora's bright circle the 

Mystic Pole clasped, 
Then the frost of our breath, with the 

Ice of our tears. 
Lengthened out the sad days to the 

Space of long years. 




HENCE, Southward we sped, cruel 
Sport for the blast ; 
Strange shapes hurtling \)j us in the 

Deep shadows cast 
Bj the gloomy, dark hull and the 

Towering mast, 
Light gleamed phosphorescent, where 'the old 

Mariner passed 
On his xvorm-eaten ship, in its 

Ice frosted shroud, 
While liis pliantom companions the 

Slanting decks crowd 
As the smitten ship staggers, half 

Hidden in foam. 
Or stands, poised for a moment on the 

Billows' dark comb ; 
The " lone mariner " loud calls from 

His floating grave. 
Ere he's hurried from sight by the 

Following wave, . 



^N the arms of the tempest our 
"^1 Shix) lies entwined, 
Snaps her cordage !— its lash is in 

Light'ning defined, 
Like Tisiphone's hair on the 

Blast oast behind ; 
And the main-sail, in rags, wraps its 

Folds round the mast. 
While theMUows make troughs where the 

Good ship is cast, 
Forgotten are gold mines and the 

Castles in Spain, 
In the whirl of the tempest. 

Ambition lies slain. 
And manhood arises on the 

Wings of the storm ; 
Facing death it grows freer of the 

Sins which deform ; 
The baser self sinks in the 

Depths of the sea, 



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^S the strained ship reels forward with 
Keel cutting free 
A patli through the waters, where the 

Hidden rooks lie 
Eound the lighthouse, its heaoon, a 

Fiery red eye. 
Which the tempest— llame-lDeaten— 

Deluges in rain,— 
Not here, oh, not here are the fair 

Castles of Spain, 
To the Westward we rove for the 

Houses and gold- 
Coral reefs stab the keel, and foul 

Damps fill the hold ; 
Here the palm droops its fronds and the 

Brilliant macaw 
Swings in loops of the vine, under 

Skies without flaw, 
Here the wild man tattooed, in his 

iNFakedness roams 



JIEEE tlie waters sweep inland, round 
(^^^ The pearl fishers' homes, 
The translucent green pools lie in 

Circular moats, 
Wherein waving soft lines, the 

Octopus' arm floats, 
And the footstep unwary slips 

Down to its doom. 
To lie withi heaped shells in tlie 

Sea's sandy room, 
Long sliall salt waters gurgle througli 

Eye-holes in the skull. 
Or rush with their currents round the 

Long sunlien hull, 
In the noisome, dank jungles the 

Coiled serpent lies, 
At eve, \)j the water -pool, the 

Night-prowling loeast cries. 
The marsh heron's Lead beneath 

Its scarlet-hued wing. 




. S uneasily stirred by tiie poison 
Gnat's sting, 
Tiie niglit air is lieavy xvitli sweet odors, 

Dew-pressed 
On palled senses, tliat sioken, and 

Never find rest, 
Wtiere tlie ear is assaulted witli 

Medley of sounds, 
In tlie morn, noon and eve as 

Days speed on their rounds. 
Tlie vapors malarial rise like mist 

O'er tlie lands, 
Where no fair castles are, neitlier 

Gold in tire sands, 
Then the hollowed cheek, dark'ning 'neatk 

Lack lustre eyes, 
is joy-flushed, as the prow points where 

A newer guest lies. 
In a tangle of flotsam in tke 

Gulf stream we drift ; 











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[OT a breeze strikes the wanderer, Jaer 

"^ Slack sails to lift, 
Tiie hearts that were youthful, have grown 

Old in this guest, 
A deep yearning for home is the 

Phantoni-like guest, 
Which at nightfall rises and 

Dances, and tansts 
With beckoning hands in the 

Wavering mists , 
That watery wastes fling, in their 

Blood-chilling damp, 
To the circle of light round the 

Binnacle lamp, 
Not in tropical climes where 

Lang'rous calms reign; 
Not in cruel Northland with its 

Frost-accursed main ; 
Not in cinnamon groves 

Of world-famed Ceylon, 



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IHE the gold mines found, and tlie 
Air castles won, 
The spirit wiiioli droi^e us 

Fortli on tills ciuest 
Is dead ! its tired wings folded 

Upon its damb breast, 
The brave ship that has weathered 

The arctic gale, 
And outridden fierce storms, that have 

Turned the cheeks pale. 
Has her prow homeward turned. 

Where the harbor lights gleam 
In a brightness, unrivaled by 

Those in youth's dream 
Unfulfilled, Enough for the present 

The dangers we've passed, 
Let us gain for this brave ship safe 

Harbor at last, 
'Twixt the headland and sand bar, we 

Pass up the bay ; 




U)^3>A_DLY worn and dismantled, in the 

Offing we lay ; 
Ttie canvas rags flutter from 

Eacti creaking mast ; 
Furl the sails ! Drop the anchor ! 

We're in harloor at last ! 
Life's feverish ciuest over, strength. 

Courage both spent, 
Tides may come, tides may go, we 

Walt here conte.nt, 





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